Page 59 of Caught Up In You (Indigo Royal Resort)
He kissed her on the forehead again, this time lingering a moment, before turning and walking off toward the staff dorms.
“Did you just misquote Journey?” she asked as he walked off. She looked all around her, confused, trying to figure out what just happened. Everyone around her seemed oblivious to the interaction, leaving her feeling even more confused and out of place.
A few moments later Cullen appeared in front of her, a solemn look on his face, rubbing his jaw where he had taken the hit.
“What’s going on, Cullen?” she asked him.
“Just a difference of opinion, Menina,” he said, pulling her close.
“One that required fists?”
“It’s a guy thing,” he shrugged.
A hundred questions
were on the tip of her tongue. “Tell me.”
“It’s between me and him, Menina. If he wants you to know, he’ll tell you. But it’s not my place.”
She didn’t love that answer, but she could appreciate it. If the two of them had worked out whatever it was that went down between them, then she could respect their agreement. Reaching up, she cupped his jaw in her hand, slowly stroking the spot that by now must be incredibly sore.
“Let’s go get you some ice.”
“We had to come to the spa for ice?” he asked as she led him down the long, dimly lit hallway to the unoccupied waiting area. “I would assume the bar had plenty.”
“Shhh,” she whispered, as if there was someone in here who could hear them.
The spa hadn’t even opened yet, and even if it had, it would be closed to customers at this hour, especially since everyone was at the bonfire. She was pretty sure that no one had seen them slip away, but just in case someone had, she didn’t want to have to answer any questions about what they were doing in here.
Leading him down another small hallway behind a door with blurred glass, she held her finger up to her lips, reminding him to be quiet. The sneaky smile that spread across her lips tempted a giggle from her, but she managed to hold it together as she flipped on the lights to treatment room three. She patted the massage table, telling him to get onto it. Doing as he was told, he hopped onto the table and watched as she walked around to the other side and started to rummage through the cabinet. Just as she found what she was looking for, she felt his large hand cup her ass and squeeze playfully. She looked over her shoulder as she swatted him away.
“Hands to yourself, Mr. Cruz,” she cooed. “And let Dr. Leona take care of you.”
He let out a growl and she could see his eyes turn black with lust as she rounded the table again, coming to stand in between his big legs.
“I’ll play doctor with you any day, Menina,” he growled.
She gave him a naughty grin and winked, glad to have him back to his playful self.
“Here,” she said, turning his face to look at his jaw. “Let me see your face. How’s it feel?”
“Certainly not the worst hit to the face I’ve taken at the Indigo Royal,” he commented. She glared at him in response. “Difference is, this one I’m not sure I deserved.”
“And the other?”
“I most definitely deserved.”
She couldn’t help the joyous smile that spread across her face. It felt so good to hear him say those words. He’d already apologized for what he did all those years ago, but it still made her heart skip to know that he really meant it.
“Ready for this?” She held up one of the cold stones she pulled from the cooler in the cabinet. He nodded and she placed it lightly against his skin.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed, flinching as the coldness made contact with his jaw. “What in the hell?”
“It’s a cold stone. They use it for therapy. That’s why we’re in the spa.”
“Enough of that,” he said, taking the stone from her hand and placing it on the table.
“What did you think I was going to do? Kiss it and make it better?” she teased.
